The big yellow moon rises behind the forest to bring light to the longest night. Gingerbread cookies are baking in the oven spreading their spicy scent around the house. She is still dreaming under the fairylights. Her nose and cheeks are cold as the frost bites them gently. And she is waiting...
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Such beautiful words. Gingerbread cookies and dreaming under the fairylights, oh I can just imagine it, such a lovely scene. And I am growing very curious to know what she is waiting for... You are a wonderful, gentle, talented writer. (Ps, I sent you an email.) x
This scenario is so beautiful. I see something of my own life these past few days mirrored in it.
I wonder if she waits for what I do? Though indeed, I am not always sure that I am waiting for something specific.
Sigh... I wish I could transport myself to your world. Sounds so sugar-sweet and cosy.
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